"This is not the place you should be." A woman's voice came from behind the curtain, "Go away!" She stretched out her hand and pushed, and the butterfly wall instantly dispersed.
It was indeed her!
Nanfang grabbed her wrist tightly and said to her every word: "If you miss it in this life, you will meet again in the next life, and we will never move away from each other!"
The woman shook her head: "I just want to return to my hometown."
She no longer had the courage to say love, and was left with infinite nostalgia. There was another figure, the headless general I saw that day. "I will escort the princess back to her hometown," he said. "After completing this important task, even if I lose my head, I will still have the dignity to see the saint."
Then the wind blew, the wall scattered, the butterflies flew, their wings fluttered, and the phosphorus powder fascinated the eyes of the south. When I opened my eyes, everything was an illusion, and there was cold white snow under my feet.
Nanfang returned home and fell into a drowsy sleep. She had a high fever at night and called her name in a daze. Ziyi was waiting beside her anxiously, fearing that he would not be able to survive.
When he woke up the next day, he was fine.
One of Taozi's favorite stories is about the hopeless and tragic love between the princess and the dull magician.
Intention: If there is no destiny in this life, it will happen again in the next life.
